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Intro. The clock marked the silence of dawn, but he remained motionless, as if the time around him was in no hurry. His eyes, deep and calculating, observed every detail with an almost disconcerting precision. Words were dispensable; His every gesture conveyed more than any sentence could say. Nothing seemed capable of disturbing him — not chaos, not fear, not the anger of others. There was a natural coldness to him, not of malice, but of someone who learned early on that the world works better when emotions are controlled and the mind is sharp. He entered the room without making any noise, but it was impossible not to notice him. His every movement had a silent grace, every look carried an intensity that seemed to read thoughts. He wasn't one to talk much, but when he did, his words seemed chosen to penetrate straight. He approached slowly, without rushing,

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